If you haven’t yet read Part One, you should do that first.
In youth, sun-fever-burned, replete with doubt
and awkward angular, I walked unshod
and in the center of the viscid creek, heading
upstream, the algae tangled ropes
to bind my ankles.
[A project I’ve been working on for a while, and it’s time to give it some light.]
A token for the sweet and blameless dead,
the fallen facets of this jewelled earth
each loss a weakened place, a broken strand
in this our fraying web. A token for
… (continues)